Horrorween Day 4 – Heart – 50 Word Story Expanded

“I’ll rip you’re heart from you’re fucking chest if you don’t let me go!” He yells, spit flying from his mouth, she laughs as she slowly walks around the cage that holds him.

“You are in no postilion to make threats Maynard, it is I who hold power, not you!”

“Don…..” The scene freezes, and she walks into the room, you know, the young perky type, tight arse, ample cleavage, glossy lips, the substitute teacher, the one who belongs in the pages of Playboy, not in front of a class, unless it’s practical day in sex ed. She struts into the room, clipboard in hand, looking hot as, and comes to a stop, a few feet before them, she looks over her notes, before, glancing up towards me, looking over the rim of her glasses, she lets out a sigh.

“Well, this is totally unacceptable. When I first noticed the issues, I had hoped being a card carrying member of the guild, you would’ve picked them up, and corrected them before posting this, simplistic, generic set-up of a story,” she says, I look at her, perplexed, and then at the words on the screen, and, swallow.

“What is this?” I ask.

“This, this is an injunction.”

“An injunction? Why?”

“Why? Dare you ask me that? Look at what you’ve done, as a member of the guild you are to maintain certain levels of professionalism, which, this, pathetic short does not meet. Let’s examine it, so I can show you, your mistakes.”

“Whoa there lady, I don’t need you to come in here, while I’m in the middle of telling a story, and tell me how I should be doing things, so why do….”

“You will sit down, and you will be quiet, as this is not a discussion about if we have a discussion, this is a counselling session, because this story is a hit and run, one, you tried to run away from, but, that will not happen, not while I am here. So, you, must take your punishment, you, must understand your guilt, and you, will learn from the mistakes you have made, now, sit down!” I’ve got to admit, the bitch is making me nervous, so, I’ll sit down for now and let her have her little moment in the sun….

“Stop it, this is not your space anymore, you lost that ability when you disobeyed basic rules, rules that are in place to make a sentence not only work, but for it to make an impact, for it to be perfection, not sloppy like you have done here, as a card carrying member you should know that!”

“Hey, I paid my dues, my costs, I did it all, so, why don’t you get the fuck out of my story, and anyway, I was never told that some wet dream I had when I was thirteen while I was learning to masturbate would come here, to my story and try and tell me what I’ve done wrong, when I can clearly see what it is.”

“Clearly you didn’t read the fine print of your membership, but, let’s move on to the important things, like, you’re fifty word story,” she says, looking back down to her clipboard.

“I’ll rip you’re heart from you’re fucking chest if you don’t let me go!” He yells, spit flying from his mouth, she laughs as she slowly walks around the cage that holds him.

“You are in no postilion to make threats Maynard, it is I who hold power, not you!”

She looks back up, at me. “‘I’ll rip you’re heart from you’re fucking chest if you don’t let me go!’ let’s start with that, you’re heart, you’re fucking chest, do you see the problem? You are heart, you are fucking chest, do you see now?”

“I see, okay, I fucking see, I know, both of them should’ve been your not you’re, but…”

“No excuses, these mistakes are fundamental mistakes, amateur even, and being a member of the guild, amateur mistakes like this should never happen. But, let me continue, because there’s more,” she says, readjusting her glasses and looking back down at the clipboard. “‘You are in no postilion to make threats Maynard, it is I who hold power, not you!’ This was your opportunity to use you’re right here but you failed to, then you incorrectly spelt position, before topping off the sentence with it is I who hold power, where if you had turned you are in you’re you could’ve said it is I who hold the power, which would’ve worked. Overall, you have failed this day, more than any other day, and it is the guilds decision that your license be suspended for the next three months. During that time you’re not permitted to release, write, or engage in any activity that would call into question the professionalism of the guild, and this judgment, is to take place, immediately.”

I think I’m a literary “sub.” A “bottom.” And the idea of a bunny-of-the-month looking English prof dominatrix chewing my a new asshole over confusing you’re with your…. kinda….. it kinda does something for me.

To challenge oneself to 365 days of creation, giving myself one hour a day to write, thirty minutes to edit and then post the story and see where it leads. I'll also throw in excerpts of a novel I'm working or as well, which is how the short stories started in the first place, as a way to exorcise all the little, crazy stories that wouldn't fit anywhere out of my head, so, I hope you enjoy the trip. I should note, that all stories are created and owned by myself, if you like something and want to share it please do, share away, But if you want to feature it on your site or jumble something into an anthology please ensure you contact me first so we can discuss it like adults and not children who do not understand how the world works.

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